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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

Devine Colour
Start writing... Admire the tune of perfume performance throughout the color, during this blessed, adoring hour. Devine swept the collision of Earth and Moon, of real and restless blues. Blessed are to be nameless colours, any sweet soft parade of confusion, and love without a tune. Let me tell you... something of a color that is true. And isn't it there in paradise to every room? l call it Devine. Clear and bright in the sound unto play it everywhere, like midnight flower. With a tune, devine today more than before. Nothing new shining through down unto burn the ground. Way up in the sky as I sit by my Fire🔥I hear a sweet call and I have been saved... this very hour. I am blessed with An Aloha Flower.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Devine
Sincerely, that she is coming to tea in the moment, and leaving me at night—like a hibiscus cloud is on fire. I feel free with no use there is to desire. And, the wind cries like a wine. I found a picture of her to light up the time. And, to the magic world at night, it rains to a splashing tune. The golden chain, to her eyes as they descend like butterflies into the light. I appear with a golden lei to the city of Hale O Honolulu. “A toast” To The Golden Chain, locked up in a lei, in a glass with a wine... to write her name–
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Self Reflection
When you understand how we grow like a toxic and invasive vine amongst each other, devouring each flower just before it blooms to fill ourselves, then you will understand why it is so important to tend to your own vine first. We are supposed to be pruning ourselves instead of eating the fruits of those around us. Stake yourself firm in your own soil. Grow deep roots and broad leaves, drink plenty of water, and feed yourself from the nutrients of your own decaying culls. Grow better fruit this way and you free up the space around your neighbor so they too may stretch their leaves further towards the light that is the source of our strength. <3
By Heather Roach6 years ago in Poets
The Realm of Spark
It is the sunshine in my loving. As the fire grows so slowly, the seasons rise and fall, and a little rain once more from afar.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Stone Fetcher
After you gone I’m a breaker, don’t beside the fact, you want me only, and stonely, off the key, away from me. The way you stand until three, with a sentimental value you are a true tune until you go.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
Stone Wall Stare
A passion nightmare, and I see it all so clear. Nothing but shattered dreams she calls to me, woman so weary. The torment is, that in the weight of a stare. Disappear in the road before, and lead me here, to recognize the weight of her stare. Was I to blame for being unfair? A long long time to be waiting here, the stone glare. At the edge of the path a psycho at hand, the path where you held out your hand.
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
'Killing An Evening With Edgar Allan Poe'
Robert Massimi. Why do we really go see off-off Broadway? For me it has always been about finding that hidden gem, whether it was a really cool theater, that undiscovered actor, director or show that will make it to Broadway or have some credit of note. Off-off Broadway has always been about the aforementioned but more, or equally important, the use of these smaller spaces and how they use great imagination to put these shows on in such economical areas.
By Robert M Massimi. ( Broadway Bob).6 years ago in Poets
Poem: What Was She Thinking?
A face bowed like a prayer upon the mount Knees on all fours in submission like a Felidae or Canidae What was Miss Hannah thinking?
By ojo samuel opeyemi6 years ago in Poets
Future
May 17, 2016 If I dare not speak, Then, will I gaze in tranquility At that for which I yearn. You question how I write.
By Victor Mendez6 years ago in Poets
Balance
There once was a shadow who grew from a fire within Born out of blistering heat That would burn all those who came near And out of ash would suffocate anyone that dared.
By Amber Nasers6 years ago in Poets
Espresso Tears
And my coffee cries, a drop of a tear, and how suddenly it appear, to be clear to me. A rainy day, this clarity, with a chocolate cake success, it’s worth twice as more. And I escape from here to the zoo, and maybe you may comfort me. Next to you, sweet talk when I’m with you, a teardrop two, as you told me, as you do me, as I am alone with you. This time, confusion or love, or really in haste. I would like to be in the shade, with an espresso taste. And, this funny coffee taste. As, I’ve got this moment spent, with a magic feeling, of nowhere to go... I wanna tell you that I love you so, this devine day. A teardrop in your eye on a way to get back home with a lullaby, espresso Devine. Once there was a way...to an espresso tear. Here it comes and, it slowly melt so I can afford to have you near. That is why. I’m out to the pictures, with this pleasant scene, with a bang, bang, bang, much coffee, and to do what it pleases! On this hard rock taste!
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
The Plane in the Sky
Standing here on the ground I look to the sky I see the plane flying high The plane full of people Thinking of those on board makes me thoughtful
By Ruth Gibson6 years ago in Poets